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It was almost halloween!!
You’d brought the halloween decorations out (and talked to them…), watched a couple of classics while sitting with Koa, and decided you’d wanted to do matching costumes with Timothy.
(Don’t tell the others: he was definitely your favorite.)
You had other objects you adored. Lyric was sweet. You loved Beverly. Tyrell was super adorable.
But Timothy, that cute little clock cat; his little gloved paws had a hold on you.
So! You’d match with him. What to be, what to be…
You gazed at Telly, where the 1992 Dracula played. A slow smile spread across your face and you kicked your legs a bit. A vampire. He would look so cute as a vampire. And you could be a werewolf!
You hopped up and immediately scoured your house for materials. You had a lot of it on hand; Black and red fabric for a cloak, you had a sewing machine, hair gel for slicking back Timothy’s hair to sell the vampire look. And he already had sharp little fangs as vampire teeth.
You bounded over to the clock in your kitchen and Timothy materialized in front of you. His tail was flicking in time with a pocket watch, tucked in his hand, that he was delicately swiping a cloth over.
You announced your presence with a cleared throat, bouncing on your heels.
Timothy’s ears perked on his head and he turned to you, immediately lighting up in a smile. “Oh, my dear! It’s always wonderful to see you!” he sounded so happy as he tucked his watch away and reached out, wrapping his arms around your torso and purring softly. You rubbed his hair and ears, holding the catboy close to your body.
“I have a proposition for you,” you cooed, nuzzling his head. He stepped back and tipped his head, tail flicking. “Oh? And what might that be? You know I always leave time for you.”
You bit your lip and stared for a moment, imagining him in a vampire costume. “We should match for Halloween!!”
Timothy stared at you for a moment, his expression screaming confusion. “We should… match for Halloween?” he echoed, flicking an ear. You nodded, moving closer and resting your head on his shoulder. You listened to the tick-tick-tick of his internal clock and felt his gloved hand rest on your waist, gently.
Timothy smiled softly at you, speaking again, “Well, my love, you seem excited about this. I see no harm in it! There’s always time in my sschedule for you.”
You bounced happily and turned, cupping his cheeks. Your lips gently pressed to his and you felt his chest rumble in a louder purr. You stroked his cheeks a couple times, then tugged back and grabbed your tape measure. You measured his shoulder width, his neck, and how tall you needed the cape.
“So, you’re gonna be a vampire.” You waited for a moment but he blinked at you in confusion. His confused little expression was so cute that you giggled and kissed his nose. “Classic horror species. They look like humans but they have sharp teeth and they drink human blood. They’re usually regal and dress really old fashioned, but they look nice and sharp!”
You finished your measurements, deciding on making Timothy a different, more ruffled top to wear with the cape. Then, over the remaining two weeks until Halloween, you made the costumes. Luckily, you’d gone as a werewolf another year and already had a werewolf head (you don’t talk about how much money you spend on that.) You had to make a new tail because you’d somehow misplaced the original one.
Some days you had no motivation and just stared at the project with a sigh.
Then, the closer Halloween got, the more you crunched to finish it.
And then it was time for Timothy to try it on!!
You helped him suit up, sliding the ruffle-y suit on over his chest clockface and adjusting it on him.
You stepped back and giggled, clapping your hands. He looked absolutely adorable. He tucked up his hands and smiled at you and you rubbed his cheeks. “Oh, you’re such a cute little vampire! I’m gonna tighten the back, but it looks so good on you!”
He laughed with you and you saw his ears flatten sheepishly. “You did an immaculate sewing job,” he complimented. You waved a hand and helped him back out of it after marking where you needed to sew.
As you worked this time, Timothy stood behind you. His jaw on your head, his arms over your shoulders and around your neck. He commented every now and then. “You work so efficiently.”
He disappeared after a bit because remaining in a form visible to you was tiring for all the objects. They had to retire for the day after an hour or two of speaking or interacting with you. But that was okay; you loved talking with them, and the time you got was enough.
Halloween rolled around and you were finished with Timothy’s costume.
You brought him to you and he took your hands, his tail flicking. “Happy Halloween, my dear!” he purred. The thought was so sweet. You flourished and wished him the same, then helped him into his costume. He stood, elegant. He looked very good like that; less colors, less patterns, old ruffles and only black and red colors. Timothy already had fangs, and they worked absolutely perfectly.
“Time to gel your hair back!” Timothy let out a laugh, “Darling, I’ll look ridiculous with my hair slicked back.” “Hey, it’s part of the look!”
You squirted an obscene amount of gel and pet his hair back, using a comb to assist.
“There. Now you’re a blood-sucking monster,” you cooed at him. He posed, holding his hands up, fingers curled, and bared his fangs. “Blood does sound particularly good right now… may have to write it into the schedule!” You let out a dramatic squeak and placed the back of you hand on your forehead. “Oh, please, spare me!”
You suited up yourself, dawning your werewolf outfit.
Timothy agreed to stay with you for longer than usual, since you assured him you’d be sitting on the couch and watching movies, exerting no energy, not even with conversation.
You took several pictures with and of him, enjoying your time.
You grabbed the candy you’d bought and curled on the couch, putting on a movie and cuddling up with timothy.
It was a very good Halloween.